On Thursday I was picking up takeout at a busy Thai restaurant. The counter was lined with identical-looking THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU bags. I was struggling to verify that ours was gluten free while conveying—oh, but of course—I could completely (it’s crystal clear!) understand what the cashier was saying while really I couldn’t tell if she was speaking to me in English or to her colleague in Thai. Beside the cash register was a bookkeeper’s spike for impaling paid order tickets. I had a quick daydream about shrinking down to dollhouse size and Nestea plunging onto it.
I am so lucky. Thanks to the generosity of the Diabetes Hands Foundation, I am packing a bag for MasterLab and Friends for Life. I am very grateful.
This will be my first MasterLab and my fourth FFL, but the first without my family. I’ll be attending as a stand-alone human being, not an accessory to everyone else’s everything. Unbelievable but true: my handbag will contain only my things & I’ll be roommates with a hot young di-lebrity. This set up ensures an A+ convention center adventure.
My understanding is that MasterLab is serious, network-y, and FDA/government-y, and formal but with fun people running it so you can wear normal summer clothes. My plan is to go in on Tuesday morning as my current self and exit on Wednesday as someone who knows how to do things. I’ve already committed the hashtag to memory: #MasterLab. I am ready.
Speaking of being ready, it had been a while, but I checked my fasting blood glucose this morning. The last time I looked it was in the low 100’s, not optimal for someone trying to feel legit. As if straightening its collar for MasterLab, this morning’s was 129 mg/dL. I double checked: 130 mg/dL. Phew! Thanks, crappy islets!